Chapter 1340: Trapped in the Trick (12)

The wall, which was incomparably strong and should have been inaccessible to any weapon, was blasted a hole by a black light bullet!

But of course, it was the Black Flame of Extermination that King Arthur had created with the Sword of Extermination. It is a force that directly erases the law of cause and effect, and can directly eliminate the existence of objects from facts, and no matter how strong the wall is, it will be "destroyed"!

Or maybe the wall just became "non-existent in the first place"!

As a hole was blasted out of the wall, Bediwell drove his iron horse towards the entrance of the cave! Even though the hole was the size of a human head, it was not even big enough for a man to cross it! The sand poured in from the outside, like a gushing spring!

"Oh no!!" Tristan began to scream, and the Iron Rider was about to crash into the wall and explode!

"It's now!!—" Arthur put his arm around Bedeville's dog waist and flashed to the left side of the Iron Horseman, his already unsheathed Sword of the Holy King aimed at the hole blasted by the cannonball, and it was a stab!

The sword of the Holy King burst out hundreds of feet long blades of light, which pierced through the ground of the desert and went straight to the sky! The "passage" to the outside world had been formed, and although it was not enough for people to pass through, the communication signal composed of photons was unimpeded!

At the same time, Bediwell also let go of the iron knight's joystick and slapped his hands on the two bracelets on his hands!

He slapped his right hand on the Demon Sealing Bracelet in his left hand, and drove the teleport button on the Demon Sealing Bracelet!

And his left hand slapped on the silver bracelet in his right hand, and he touched the switch of the bracelet and injected [acceleration water] into the werewolf's body!!

A large amount of "time" instantly poured into Bediwell's body, and the world in front of him instantly froze!

Before he could see anything clearly, he lifted King Arthur with one hand and threw it into the portal, and in the past, he lifted the old mage Logan and threw it into the portal! Then he quickly crawled to the passenger seat, picked up Evan and Tristan, and threw them into the portal! He had better go, and rolled into the portal with a somersault!

The moment you pass through the portal, the acceleration effect on Bedeville is lifted!

Something came out from behind and poked Bedwell's ass hard. His iron horseman, although he didn't make it through the portal completely, still crossed most of it!

"Whew!" the werewolf struck several times and slammed his head against the wall of the Great Britain battleship's teleportation room. He was injured both in the head and locally!

But what hurt his heart was his iron horse. As soon as he got up from the ground, rubbed his bruised buttocks, and immediately ran over to check on the condition of his anti-gravity airship.

The situation can be described as tragic, the portal is usually opened to the person, and the protective device only protects the person who passes through it from being cut off, while the inanimate machine does not have this privilege. The portal that closed in an instant cut off the back quarter of the Iron Rider neatly, leaving it on the other side of the door. The newly repaired Iron Rider now lost part of its engine, the entire jet port, and the large number of photon mirrors in the tail! From its neatly truncated cylinder, the fuel was leaking frantically and had been spilled all over the ground.

"No!—" Bediwell screamed.

"I'm sorry, Bedi. King Arthur couldn't hold back a laugh and came over and patted the werewolf on the shoulder: "But at least we all came back alive." It's all about people's lives, and your iron rider can always fix it. "What's going on here?!" Sensing the commotion in the teleportation room, the Knight of the Round Table who rushed to hear the news only saw a mess made by Bedeville and the others. He couldn't help but look angry: "Who's going to explain what this is all about?!" The Knight King shrugged, "The [Desert Ship]'s security system is tighter than expected, and that kid Gwen Green's unauthorized actions almost caused us to be sealed in the ship's warehouse. Kador glanced at everyone, "So, Gwengrin didn't come back, died in the Desert Ship?" "God knows!" Bediwell's heart burned as soon as he talked about Gwengreen's little muddy ball: "He should still be in the data room of the Golden Ship, trying to break the firewall of that ship! Since he is so powerful, let him find a way to escape by himself!!" "Bedi-" Arthur pulled Rabediville's tail and told the werewolf youth to stop first.

"Hmm" A figure following the Knight of the Round Table walked out, looking at the person's magnificent dress, it was estimated that it should also be a big man.

"The dog has caused you trouble, and I will make amends to you on his behalf. The big man said.

Bediwell couldn't help but glance carefully at the big man in front of him. The man had a scruffy beard, shoulder-length hair, and his slightly gray hair almost became a whole with his beard. He was dressed in low-key but powerful enchanted armor, and his walking movements were steady and powerful, and he looked like a high-ranking knight with a head and face.

This is due to the fact that knights generally wear short hair, if not shaved their beards, but at least trim them very short. In this way, their heads can be better fitted into the stuffy helmet, and they will not be disturbed by sweating profusely when wearing the helmet for a long time. It is not uncommon for people to go into battle without helmets, but there are very few such people - such people are either fools who love beauty or really skilled warriors. The former usually dies in the last few battles, while the latter are already scarce.

Looking at the battle-hardened appearance of this big man, it should probably be the latter. He didn't wear a helmet at all, but reluctantly wore a headband on his forehead - the kind of magic headband that was used to create a protective shield and protect himself from bullet attacks.

"I'm here to introduce. King Arthur raised his hand: "This is Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, the father of Gwengreen; "Gwen?" Bediwell wondered. It is also rare for Gwen Green to be such an invincible fellow, but his father is surprisingly steady and educated.

Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, nodded politely at the werewolf, and immediately asked King Arthur, "Is there a way to contact Gwen Green?" "The situation is not very optimistic," the Knight King tapped on the communicator in his ear, "That ship already has a powerful barrier to block communication, and it is still buried deep in the sand, and if you want to get in touch with Gwengreen, you can only let the excavation team dig the way." "The coordinates of the ship have been confirmed, and an excavation team has been dispatched. The Knight of the Round Table also looked at the electronic notepad and said, "It will take two hours to dig the way into the sand boat." And that doesn't take into account the time it takes to crack the ship's protective barrier. "It's going to take about four or five hours to get in touch with Gwen Green." Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, analyzed with a blank face: "If the blockade of that ship is really as serious as you say, that kid will probably have suffocated to death by then." Bediwell was trying to curse in his heart that Gwen Green deserved to die even if he died. But Gwen's attitude was so sincere that the werewolf couldn't help but feel a little unbearable. No matter how hateful and self-righteous Gwen Green is, he is still someone else's son, and Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, must be worried about his own child.

"Your Majesty," pleaded the bearded Knight of the Round Table, "please allow me to use [that]. If you use [that], you should be able to complete the excavation in an instant, and if you're lucky, you might even be able to break the ship's protective barrier along the way. It may not be appropriate to use that power for personal gain, but as long as Gwen Green is rescued first, I am willing to take all the responsibility for the rest of it. Bediwell listened quietly. Although Gwen didn't say it explicitly, the werewolf also knew that [that] that the Knight of the Round Table was talking about, of course, was the Holy Spirit. The power of the Holy Spirit varies from person to person, and some of them are even capable of creating a destructive power comparable to that of ultimate magic. Summoning the Holy Spirit to deliver a strong tactical strike at the location of the Desert Ship should remove the sand and the ship's protection in an instant.

"Yes. Do it, I'm approving it. King Arthur said, "But be careful in the use of the Holy Spirit." According to the current monitoring data, the subterranean glass sea of the Sahara Desert is in danger of collapsing when it is violently impacted. Its collapse will cause a chain of destruction, plunging one-third of Africa into a sea of fire. You don't want to see that happen. "Understood, Your Majesty. When King Arthur uttered the word "Holy Spirit," Gwen glanced at Bedwell with a slight wariness.

"Take Bedeville with you, too. The Knight King continued quietly, "This kid is also the [acting captain] of the sand ship, and he is most familiar with the situation inside the ship. Even if you can use the Holy Spirit to break through the sand ship's defenses and rush inside to search, its internal defense mechanism will definitely activate in a short time. If there is no one to lead the way, you will run into a wall. "Arthur—" The werewolf immediately looked at the Knight King worriedly. It took him a great deal to escape from the ship of the desert, and he almost died in the ship—three times. Honestly, he really didn't want to go back to that broken ship.

"Don't you want to go?" The Knight King also knew the werewolf youth's thoughts: "How about I give you some more rewards?" If you are willing to help us complete this mission, we will repair your iron horse, plus 600,000 (Egyptian coins) as a reward. "It's not about the money, I-" Bedi. King Arthur looked at the werewolf with a serious face: "That ship may contain very important information in its database, and we must get our hands on it anyway." If you don't want to, I'll find someone else to do it for you. But we don't stop trying. ＂